Sophos had not been looking up at Zenos’s gaze while he worked on the undoing of the man’s clothes. It was when the garlean spoke, his head tilted up, face slightly neutral as he stared back.
“I do oft like the warmth… so I suppose I’ll entertain the offer…” he was hoping that he did not—
A quiet laugh, removing whatever was left atop his chest since Sophos was more interested in his warmth. Even further did he step, hip to hip practically to reduce even more space they could hold. His own hands find themselves on the man's, feeling just how icey he truly was.
The Elezen rose a brow in the change of proximity or the lack thereof as Zenos put himself far closer to the mage. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of his bare chest. But what caught his attention more was the garlean’s uttering.
"I hope your diet consists of enough to have you killed from the inside out. You might as well be the very winters of Garlemald.." His hands travel up to the other's forearm to see how far it truly traveled. Cold... It fascinated him, this focus.
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“I do oft like the warmth… so I suppose I’ll entertain the offer…” he was hoping that he did not—
"Bizarre..."
“Hm? Something wrong?” He asked.